My cousin at the beach

I was a late bloomer. I have to admit it. I was small for my age, always standing in the front row with the girls for school pictures, always one of the last to be picked for sports. That is, until my junior year in high school, when I actually grew up. My dad's cousin lived a few miles away. In his family they had a son my sister's age, a daughter a year younger than I, and two younger siblings. Linda, my cousin, started at my high school. She was a freshman when I started my junior year. We weren't particularly close but I showed her around and made sure she was comfortable in school. I would help her with her homework from time to time but mostly, I was involved with my friends and didn't see much of her. Little did I know that she developed a crush on me during that first year in high school and it apparently blossomed well into her second year when I was a senior. As for myself, I was a shy and naive boy. My first girlfriend was during the first semester of my junior year. I was always interested in girls, but this is the first time I actually discovered that girls were interested in me too. In the three months we actually called each other boyfriend/girlfriend though, we made out -- I even squeezed her boob under her shirt -- but that was as far as we went. Through the rest of the year I slowly explored my own sexuality, learning to flirt with other girls istanbul travesti and discovering what to do with the new body I was growing into. Just to describe myself, I was reaching up to around 5'10" tall, but still weighed something less than 150 lbs. I had longer, brown hair turned lighter by the sun and have blue eyes. Our family was planning a weekend beach campout around the end of spring. My family and Linda's family were going to join up at a State Beach park. My parents arranged for the families to be in adjoining campsites. I was reluctant. I loved the beach, but also spending weekends partying with my friends was high priority for me in those days. However, I had no say in the matter, being still only 17, and we were bundled in the car and off we went. Uncle Troy arrived first with his family and we were close behind. I helped unload the car and set up camp. It was a great warm day and soon I had left the bluff campsite and went down to the sand. I laid my towel out on the sand and took off my shirt. The sun felt warm and I alternated between laying on the warm sand and body surfing the waves in the still-chilly ocean. Soon I was joined by members of my family and Uncle Troy's family. They laid their towels around mine. My mom even brought a beach umbrella. Linda was there. She looked at me shyly, her long blond hair istanbul travestileri blowing softly in the breeze. She laid out her towel and removed her t-shirt. I was shocked. My chubby, geeky cousin was starting to develop. She had lost her baby fat and her 16 year old body was starting to blossom. I stared at her in her bikini for probably much longer than I should of and my cock immediately stiffened. I rolled onto my stomach and burrowed into the sand to avoid detection. I didn't quite know what to do. Over the course of the afternoon, our families sat together and talked. I continued to steal glances at Linda and, it turns out, she at me. Finally, in the later afternoon, we packed up the gear and trudged back to the campsite to set up for dinner. After dinner was over, I asked my parents if it was okay if I went back down to the beach to take a walk. They said it was okay. When Linda overheard this, she asked if it was okay if she went with me. I said "sure", and off we went. The breeze of the ocean was chilly and Linda hadn't brought a sweatshirt. I offered to walk in the upwind side first and she walked closer to me. Our arms touched several times. I was keenly aware of each time we would touch and wanted to keep in contact. The sand was uneven though and we would often break contact. Just as soon as that would happen travesti istanbul though, we seemed to readjust and soon we were touching again. My heart was pounding in my chest. "What the heck", I thought. "This is my cousin for god sakes". My cock was stiff. I was trying to be subtle about readjusting myself but I think Linda noticed. Finally, I offered her my sweatshirt. "What are you going to use?" she asked. With that, I plopped down on the sand and pulled my sweatshirt off. "Well share it", I replied. She sat down next to me and I laid it, as best I could, over both of us. As we sat, all I could think about was the contact between our bodies. It wasn't much -- our arms were touching, our legs were touching, but we WERE touching and I couldn't get that out of my mind. We sat silently, watching the gathering dusk. I finally broke the silence and we started talking about school. The conversation picked up and soon both of us started to relax. I could feel her lean into me. I pulled the sweatshirt over her more to keep her warm. I left my hand touching her leg though - made it seem inadvertent -- and soon I felt her put her hand in mind. Both of us stopped talking. I think we even stopped breathing. We couldn't even look at one another, but I found the strength to close my fingers around her hand. It felt cold -- even so I think my palm was sweating. I felt her lean against me more. As she did, I could feel the wetness from my pre-cum starting to soak my shorts. It was quite surreal, but I couldn't get enough of her touch. Our fingers entwined. I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her fingers. Finally, we slowly turned toward one another and our eyes met.